Luyện nghe bài hát Super Market

(tyler)
in this fucking line at buying granola bars,
left my members card and now this shit gon' an extra charge,
old bitch in front of me buying a color printer,
tv dinners, tampons, soy milk thinner,
(domo)
so i am, at the store for some chips,
that pay for with dimes, nickels, and quaters and shit,
and im still high so, im to dip,
but imma cut through the line, to get out of this
(tyler)
what the fuck, who the fuck gay nigga in fake gucci,
numbers, whatever, wood chain with a Jesus,
hey you, what the fuck you you doing?
(domo)
nigga you, im just eating ruffles,
got a lot of foo,
so why you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face
(tyler)
dont make me shoot up this place, with and guns,
and caps at knee caps to make it harder to run,
and put your ankles in some and pissy water for fun,
(domo)
im a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half,
look up at the after math blow fucking hash and laugh
(tyler)
im a ninja and a jedi and im from comptom,
better pick a better option, 'for these nikes get to
chomping at oxygen chord you fat fake kennan thompson,
like a cherry faggot we can get it poppin'
(domo)
i bet you lock and it faggot, bitch you aint from compton,
dumbo ears you marry poppin with the piece gil' was rocking,
i fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass,
ill hit you hookie like you class, lee would get the math,
(tyler)
oh really? youre silly, giving tip to nilly,
get them ruffles no (?) cuz kiara kill me,
im grabbing 2 kitchen knives and stabbing this ice look alike to show you a nigga with attitude,
(domo)
wait i heard about you from that nigga earl,
how you tavel to milan and now it likes gilrs,
ill you, into a fucking basket,
push you into a old lady plastic,
you get the message ill stomp you into potholes,
and then you up with shells but your used to eating tacos,
(tyler)
oh a taco joke, domo i heard your album,
sound like some a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote,
im insulted shit, damn somebody the charmin,
these messages monica her nigga armin,
(domo)
swift maids, switch blades, made of incition in em',
red dot his forehead cuz rileys hinduism,
and hipsters who to be your listeners,
roll your booty hole alexis know the thruthie bro,
(tyler)
oh a lexus, i drive all that around the wester
like all of ex's,
and bet this, im a motherfucking monster, fuck talk and ill stab you with this rocket launcher.
(domo)
when I cock the beam back, im aiming for Supreme
go to hell i mean that you like green backs
(tyler)
you mean that, you faggot ill get your back and I'll snap it
And strangle you with that fuckin jacket
fall, bitch me everything
im takin all and fleein the scene on Rufus
my walrus, bitch, fuck you, im out
(domo)
im high as fuck and I didn't for all this
imma get on my zombie shit wait, here's my